The Blood that Burns the Winter Snow Quotes

“There, sitting in his small log house in the western villages of Illyanara, the fire rumbling and the snow drifting past the windows, Vars Bryer had everything he would ever need. And he would feed the earth with the blood of any soul who even dreamt of harming his family.”
― Ryan Cahill, The Blood that Burns the Winter Snow: A Tale from The Bound and The Broken

“He’d always known there would come a time when he wouldn’t be there to keep them safe, and so the best thing he could do was teach them to look after each other.”
― Ryan Cahill, The Blood that Burns the Winter Snow: A Tale from The Bound and The Broken

“There was nothing beautiful about death, nothing forgiving, or gentle, or kind. It was harsh, dark, and unyielding, and Vars hated himself for finding such freedom in its embrace. But death was a part of him and he would wield it without hesitation to protect the ones he loved.”
― Ryan Cahill, The Blood that Burns the Winter Snow: A Tale from The Bound and The Broken

“But he found joy in different things now: the warmth of the fire against his skin as Freis rested her head on his shoulder, the looks on his children’s faces as he wove stories of old, and the peace that came with knowing he was the luckiest man in the known world.”
― Ryan Cahill, The Blood that Burns the Winter Snow: A Tale from The Bound and The Broken

“Much like his own wife, Freis, Aela was a sweet woman. But sweet women had the sharpest claws. There were three occasions Vars knew never to cross a sweet woman: when they were mad, which wasn’t often; when they were tired, which was far too often; or when they were hungry, which was a death sentence.”
― Ryan Cahill, The Blood that Burns the Winter Snow: A Tale from The Bound and The Broken

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― Ryan Cahill, The Blood that Burns the Winter Snow: A Tale from The Bound and The Broken

“But sweet women had the sharpest claws. There were three occasions Vars knew never to cross a sweet woman: when they were mad, which wasn’t often; when they were tired, which was far too often; or when they were hungry, which was a death sentence.”
― Ryan Cahill, The Blood that Burns the Winter Snow: A Tale from The Bound and The Broken

“There were three occasions Vars knew never to cross a sweet woman: when they were mad, which wasn’t often; when they were tired, which was far too often; or when they were hungry, which was a death sentence.”
― Ryan Cahill, The Blood that Burns the Winter Snow: A Tale from The Bound and The Broken